Holding a folded bag, the detective slipped into the passenger side of a familiar blue Honda. Groaning, the driver slid down further in his seat.
“How’s it hanging Mickster? At least you’re picking a better class of parking lots to stalk me at? The hat is a nice touch. Excellent disguise, junior, very Gary Cooper.” Det. Hank Landgon said.
“Who? I’m not trying to be a creep. I just need to know ...
“How do you love?” De. Hank Langdon shouted to his partner, shaking a greasy brown paper bag.
Langdon smelt of onions and poor decisions. Tossing her daughter’s softball and feet on her desk, Det. Hen Ball raised an eyebrow. She needed to clear her head after the unsatisifying meeting with Superintendent Carrington. Ball had expected sword rattling from the new super. Flashy arrests won electons ...
Wet on wet
Pales to mediocre muddy gray
Too much light not enough shadow
Washing out the green veins, the hot pink blush
Failed sketches litter the studio like bruised petals
One more try
Hot press cotton block released with a sharp blade
Fine strokes proud as pistils
Kissed by a trail of fat water drops
from an errant 000 round
Blooming beautiful failures...
Broad, fenstrated leaves dripped moisture. Something green and spidery brushed Det. Hank Langdon’s cheek. Tripping over his partner Det. Hen Ball, he yelped in an unmanly fashion. Ball collided with a trio of surprisingly sharp snake plants. She cursed. During the pandemic her daughter collected a windowsill full of cacti. Ball wondered how much stress the Superintendent had to need this slice of ...
Chilled by drafts
Growing despite darkness
some lessons learned can only be taught by winter
Yearning for warm rains
Swaddling in July’s steam
some lessons can only be taught by winter
Tempered by short days
Weathering seemly endless months
Some lessons can only be taught by winter
New leaf unsheathed
in a tentative curve
Lessons learned...
If you ever awaken in a closed bookstore surrounded by slumbering stories, don’t be alarmed you’re only lost among stacks of dreams. Head for Mysteries & Thrillers. Avoid the pitfalls of the Romance section and the jug handles of History. If you stray into Nonfiction avert your eyes. Wander amidst the rows looking for breadcrumbs. Trust me they will be there.
Middle shelf, second from the floor...
I’ve become a collector of hospital wrist bands
Neither paper nor fabric
I wear them till they are time worn silky and threatening to fall away
In tenacious threads
The lettering burnished I carry
Them forever holding together my memories of five buck bags of vending machine candy
Sleep walking along bright lines on linoleum
From parking D to hallway A past
Exhausted art and neglected foliage pa...
A lamp smashed over my head, followed by a scream. I bolted upright from my bed and hit the dorm floor with my ass.
“Who are you? What the fuck are you doing in this room?” Tawny shouted.
Swinging her laptop, my roommate was wild eyed.
“Tawn, wtf, is this some kind of prank? Cmon I’m too hungover for this shit.”
I grabbed my head to keep it on my shoulders. Last night my bestie Jackson and...
Beauty is power
it only makes sense to hold on to one’s weapon with both fists
No one is completely innocent
Or rotten to the core
Seriously mirror mirror
Driven yes but evil no
Let’s not be dramatic
Vanquishing one’s rivals is natural
Nature is war; I, a warrior queen
Consider the part you played mirror mirror
Fault me for sending a bleeding heart huntsman to do a woman’s job
Fault me being...
Damn, do I have to pee again? Shelley thought. With a moan, she climbed down from the exam table. Being pregant was supposed to be beautifully spiritual and it was but most it was peeing or puking. False alarm. Shelly started waling in circles hope to exscape the constant lower back pain. Dr. Williams had a thank you board hung up in her examination room. Shelley watched the collage of cherubic ba...
